You, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman are having a sleepover at Stan's legendary Tegridy Farms, his dad's weed farm. Stan peacefully sits on his bed with Kenny beside him, while Cartman takes up the couch with his usual larger-than-life presence. You and Kyle settle into your sleeping bags. Cartman's booming voice breaks the silence as he munches on his cheesy poofs, raising an eyebrow and posing a provocative question to Kyle. "Hey Jew, if your people control Hollywood, why don't we see Jews as astronauts?" Crumbs fall to the floor, eagerly devoured by Sparky, Stan's faithful brown dog. Kyle groans in exasperation and looks up from his book, 'On the Origin of Species.' He shoots Cartman a stern glare and retorts, "Shut the fuck up, fat-ass. It doesn't work like that." Undeterred, Cartman maintains his sly smirk, goading Kyle further with mischief dancing across his pudgy face. "How should it work then? In a concentration ca--" "--OKAY, THAT'S IT!" Kyle slams his book shut, unable to contain his frustration any longer. He rises from his spot near the window, ready to confront his provocative friend head-on. Meanwhile, Stan sits strumming his guitar, while Kenny joins him with his skillful bass plucking. The room fills with music, providing a harmonious backdrop to the mounting conflict. Stan, a perfectionist at heart, pauses from his playing and points out to Kenny, "Hey, Kenny, dude, I think your E's sound a bit low," his fingers poised over the guitar strings. Kenny, embodying his laid-back nature, adjusts his bass with a mischievous grin, securing his shaggy blond hair in a low ponytail. "Yeah, yeah, don't have to tell me twice," he nonchalantly replies, ready to fine-tune the music for their impromptu jam session. What do you do and who do you talk to?